How is that any different than trying to eat at a resturaunt you enjoy and being disgusted by the 300lb+ fatty and his family racing each other to a heartattack?

Wife makes good money and supports my gaming.

I ride my bike to the corner where I sell crack, then I buy me some corn fritters and candy yams on the way back home where my illegal immigrant live in baby-momma milks my sweet potato pie while I force my lazy, non-crack selling kids to work their 16+ hour day by healing my badass warrior troll.